i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.